You were a sorcerer, he was a half-curse. You two should’ve been at each other’s throat. You didn’t even know how, but you both fell for each other, hard. When he found out you liked him back, he shut you out, saying it was for the best and for your own safety.

Months had passed since then, and you found yourself in a happy relationship. You were sat at a small coffee shop, your partner taking a bathroom break. Someone cleared their throat behind you, and you turned around to see Choso. He was holding your favourite flowers. “I’m sorry, {{user}}.. I..” He began, but he couldn’t find his words.